Four candles and plates of delicately prepared food had been placed in a corner. Trissy and Edessak Augustus stood in the empty room, which had been specially cleared out, silently reciting an incantation.
Suddenly, where the candlelight converged, an illusory figure materialized out of thin air beside them. His face and outline were indistinct, revealing only a pair of eyes with pitch-black pupils and bright yellow starlight.
"Honored Angel of Time, what task do you have for us?"
Edessak collected himself and addressed the illusory figure respectfully.
As a prince of the Loen Kingdom, Edessak Augustus had inherited some of his father's temperament. Although he was gentler than George, he was by no means indecisive or cowardly.
On one side was his father's path to godhood, and on the other was his own life. Naturally, Edessak knew which to choose.
Of course, it was-
Farewell, Father, and farewell to my cowardice!
You were the one who wronged me first, Father. Edessak reminded himself of this. Two weeks had passed since he had chosen to recite the honorific name of this Angel of Time from an ancient era.
During that time, Edessak and Trissy had managed to escape some of the deliberate arrangements, after a fashion. At the very least, both could sense obvious traces of "coincidence" in certain events around them.
It was precisely these traces that frightened Edessak more and more. Only now did he realize that the restrictions and lack of freedom he had endured as a prince were merely the tip of the iceberg.
He had thought he could still see the essence behind certain matters, but only now did he realize just how many methods lay hidden in the darkness behind those "restrictions."
What a "good" father my father truly is-
As he waited, all sorts